Thursday, October 22, 2015

Remains of a Lifelong Friend


Strange to think that’s all that could be left of a person,

A gold and silver banded watch,

A pair of circular specs, scratched on the left eye,

That’s all.

The watch was stopped in place.

Hour, minute, second hand-

Frozen,

Just frozen,

In a state where time stops.

Similar to the situation she was in prior to death,

Alzheimer’s; memory loss.

Time frozen,

Stuck in time,

Stuck in moments.

Stuck living in death;

Yet raised now to life.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Swept Under the Rug

Living life as normal
yet mind spinning off
trying to follow the Lord's will
but my heart is wanderin' off.

I try to reign it back in
but I can't do it by myself
I need to be cleansed within
My heart is peeling thin

Like a jab in the side
Bleeding memories flowing out
Taunting memories screaming out
Stop, stop, stop

Jesus I need that blood
That flowing fresh, cleansing blood
Pour over my life
Wash me clean, accepting a new script

Not jus going to be saying lines on my own anymore
Play director changed my part
I ain't who I used to play
I got a redeemer who has changed my heart

Thanks God for your love oh Lord
No where to go without you Oh Lord
Calling upon your name Oh Lord
Refresh these broken bones O Lord.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Life is Like a Corn Maze Courtney Dunn


Life is Like a Corn Maze

You start at the beginning

Free and fresh

Confident and whole

You have people surrounding you

You think you are all on the same path, the same journey, to escape the maze, or achieve the prize at the end.

But as you go inside the maze, someone takes a turn.

You have a choice to make. Do I follow them, or do I stay with the majority of the group?

Uncertain, you pick one or the other; you are thinking it probably doesn’t matter.

Then as you wander along, like the blind leading the blind, another turns another way. Again, the choice is presented; you think “What should I do?” Things aren’t that serious, so you

stay with the group, you wander alone together, you are safe, you think, and we are together. Yet, slowly one by one the group depreciates. Will you ever make it to the end you wonder?

The maze starts to get tiring.

You wander off by yourself.

You look back but there’s no one around you. No one followed you. You panic, you run around trying to find someone, somewhere.

 There’s no one. You sit down in the corn and you think to yourself… “How did I get to a place where I didn’t want to be?” You think harder, you just followed them all. You never stood up and made a choice. So you were left to wander, wander around, following until you were so weary you became a wanderer. There’s hope for you yet. Maybe you can find someone that can help guide you through. Yet, there’s no one in sight.

This is what life is like. A lot of people here, stuff in the middle of a corn maze, no one left beside them, except people who will come and go. I heard an expression today, “Since I didn’t feel like shooting bull, I decided to stay home”. This is what life is like to a lot of people. A bunch of bull, people saying things they don’t really understand or mean or care about- and then other people following those lies until they are all lost in a pile of bull in the middle of a corn field, separated alone. Who’s the man now, when you are lost in a maze? The fact is, you are lost, it doesn’t matter how man you are in the middle of a maze. You are lost, like a pilgrim on the middle of an ocean hoping for someone to spot land in a crowded ship. No one knows the way to go.

In life though, there’s something that can change all that. Like Jesus coming down. I’m serious; he’ll shine right down within your heart.

 He’ll light your way- purpose for every step in the maze. All of a sudden, life ain’t such a maze anymore. You are running into people again, but this time you aren’t thinking about yourself. You aren’t thinking about how you are going to get out. Your eyes are on the light of Christ; all of a sudden you look around, lost in the moment, people are following you. It’s not the same feeling you had at the beginning, when you felt so lost, now you and the people have a purpose. They can feel within their bones. They feel it within themselves because the purpose isn’t about getting out of the maze like you thought it was. The purpose is in Christ, who has set his hand in all things over all creation.

Finally, you exit the maze. You shout for joy, but you realized that the joy is just getting started because the moment you thought you figured something out, everything changes.

 

Thus says the Lord:

“Cursed is the man who trusts in man
and makes flesh his strength,
whose heart turns away from the Lord.
He is like a shrub in the desert,
and shall not see any good come.
He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness,
in an uninhabited salt land.

Blessed is the man, who trusts in the Lord,

Whose trust is the Lord.
He is like a tree planted by water,
that sends out its roots by the stream,
and does not fear when heat comes,
for its leaves remain green,
and is not anxious in the year of drought,
for it does not cease to bear fruit.”

The heart is deceitful above all things,
and desperately sick;
who can understand it?
“I the Lord search the heart
and test the mind,b
to give every man according to his ways,
according to the fruit of his deeds.”

Jeremiah 17:5-10

Hungry Roads of Haiti Courtney Dunn


Hungry Roads of Haiti

In a small village,

Located on the Western part of Hispaniola;

 There’s an island;

Just off the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea.

 

80% of people here

Rural and poor

Landless fishermen and landless farmers

Sink deeper into death each day

 

Zooming in from afar,

A plane snaps a video of a lady.

She is bent over scooping together

Clods of wet mud.

 

Curious.

The pilot flies in;

Lands his plane,

Approaches the woman.

 

What are you making he asks?

As he thinks inside his head

Of pottery or bricks

Or beautiful sculptures that can be dried in the sun.

 

Food she says.

Surprised, he inquires where she will get it.

She looks down motioning to her formations she has made out of dirt.

Pilot, still confused, asks again.

 

Disheartened, she stoops low,

Until her hands meet the red dirt,

As she continues to form a circular glob of wet dust

As she gains the strength to say:

 

“Labou Sa a se manje m 'yo.”

This mud is my food.

Startled, the pilot looks down again,

As her food dries in the Haitian sun.

 

Not knowing what to say,

The Pilot walks away,

As her dinner bell rings:

 Dirt split in halves down the center.

 

Friday, October 9, 2015

Never Saw it Coming

I never would have saw myself
Sitting here in an office
writing papers..
getting a degree in education.

I never would have saw it
because it wasn't in my plans.
or my dreams.
or my hopes.

Yet, I never would have saw this.
I'm sitting in an office.
An office that has signs labled
"God, Pray, Tell, Give, Peace"
filled with information about God.

I guess I never would have saw myself
Sitting and ministering to a college campus
And as I sit and think about it all
I'm pretty amazed.

I guess I'm not so alone after all.
Even in a building that can feel so empty,
God will send people in at the randomest times.
Like right now, a friend stopped in.
Having people in life makes everything so much more enjoyable.
I don't think I could do all that I do today without God and his wonderful people.

:)